This is a song about "Hot coffee"

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

20$ for a small coffee, it's whiter than ireland

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

The form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Just searching for the perfect shot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I got a dollar and a dream

Been running around trying find a job

I'm falling from god and it's hot